The white fog that spread across the sky was not ordinary smoke.
It was a magnetic particle bomb found only in ruins, capable of disabling iron weapons within its area of effect.
At that moment, several militiamen guarding the central command vehicle tried to draw their pistols and rifles to return fire.
But in just a few moments, the powder was immediately drawn to the muzzles before entering the barrels.
Bang! A militiaman pulled the trigger, and the gun exploded!
"Don't fire! That's a Magnetic Particle Bomb—use Cold Weapons!" Seeing that the militiaman's right hand had been blown to a bloody mess, Feng Long flew into a rage. He and Wang Yuanshuai beside him leaped into the air together, cleavers in hand, and charged forward.
But just as he jumped, a large silver hand reached out from the fog and slammed down on him.
Boom! The difference in strength was enormous, as was the difference in physical toughness.
Although Feng Long's cleaver struck the joint of the opponent's silver-white arm and severed it in one blow,
the recoil sent him flying backward. He crashed into the ground and spat out a large mouthful of blood.
On the other side, Wang Yuanshuai, who had charged out, also clashed with Sun Bahu.
Sun Bahu had modified himself, and Wang Yuanshuai was no ordinary man either.
His seemingly crippled right leg was now spraying streams of white vapor, providing tremendous thrust.
When his trouser leg was lifted, what lay beneath was clearly not normal flesh, but a silver-white Mechanical Leg! Boom, boom! The two exchanged blows rapidly, their modified parts colliding again and again.
The thunderous sounds of their clashes rang out continuously, shaking Feng Long on the ground until he felt deaf.
"This is bad. Wang Yuanshuai definitely isn't his match. We..."